The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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Strana 304
... Faulc . Hear the crier . Auft . What the devil art thou ? Faulc . One that will play the devil , Sir , with you . And a'may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare , of whom the proverb goes , Whofe valour plucks dead lions by ...
... Faulc . Hear the crier . Auft . What the devil art thou ? Faulc . One that will play the devil , Sir , with you . And a'may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare , of whom the proverb goes , Whofe valour plucks dead lions by ...
Strana 307
... Faulc . ( Baftards , and elfe ) . K. John . To verify our title with their lives . K. Phil . As many , and as well - born bloods as thofe Faulc . ( Some bastards too ) . K. Phil . Stand in his face to contradict his claim . * i , e ...
... Faulc . ( Baftards , and elfe ) . K. John . To verify our title with their lives . K. Phil . As many , and as well - born bloods as thofe Faulc . ( Some bastards too ) . K. Phil . Stand in his face to contradict his claim . * i , e ...
Strana 308
... Faulc . O , tremble ; for you hear the lion roar . K. John . Up higher to the plain , where we'll fet forth In beft appointment all our regiments . Faulc . Speed then to take th ' advantage of the field . K. Phil . It fhall be fo ; and ...
... Faulc . O , tremble ; for you hear the lion roar . K. John . Up higher to the plain , where we'll fet forth In beft appointment all our regiments . Faulc . Speed then to take th ' advantage of the field . K. Phil . It fhall be fo ; and ...
Strana 310
... Faulc . Ha ! Majesty , how high thy glory towers , When the rich blood of Kings is fet on fire ! Oh , now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel ; The fwords of foldiers are his teeth , his phangs ; And now he feasts , mouthing the ...
... Faulc . Ha ! Majesty , how high thy glory towers , When the rich blood of Kings is fet on fire ! Oh , now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel ; The fwords of foldiers are his teeth , his phangs ; And now he feasts , mouthing the ...
Strana 311
... Faulc . And if thou haft the mettle of a King , Being wrong'd as we are by this peevish town , Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery , As we will ours , against these faucy walls ; And when that we have dafh'd them to the ground , Why ...
... Faulc . And if thou haft the mettle of a King , Being wrong'd as we are by this peevish town , Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery , As we will ours , against these faucy walls ; And when that we have dafh'd them to the ground , Why ...
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Strana 116 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Strana 336 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Strana 330 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Strana 82 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Strana 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...